No, I am all right. 

Was attacked online a bit but that’s ok. It’s really ok for people to be stupid, ignorant, mentally challenged or just dumb as fuck. You know, the people who decided in their ignorance to be superior. Like the weird mustache guy from Austria, or poo-tin or endless US politicians and presidents of whom many are clearly retards. Or the talking heads destroying Europe every step they take. You know, the ones who only know one language and therefore can not read history in anything but English. And the ones who were brainwashed whole life and never questioned anything they were told – you know, them russians and jews. Probably the weird mustache guy from Austria knew something we only started to find out in 1948 in Palestine. The curious thing is why nobody bothered. Do you really believe jewish squatters and terrorists are victims. How long palestinians get killed and tortured, starved, burned by jews, the “victims”? Shame. Is it so that the people born under occupation only understand what is going on? Like we who were born under soviet occupation, like irish or scots, vietnamese, indians, pakis? Americans are celebrating Thanksgiving and know rats arse about history. They know nothing about what cunts their ancestors were. Zero. For the rest of the world thanksgiving is celebration of killing natives. You know, push native kids and women into church and set the church in fire. That is where thanksgiving comes from. That is how you thanked natives for welcoming you. That is how jews now thank palestinians for letting them into their lands in 1947. That is how the jews, the “victims” have been thanking palestinians for more than 75 years. I mean, can’t you read your history? Ah, you have books edited? Ah, you only know English so you can’t study what the rest of the world has in their history books? Or you are just literally ignorant dumb fuck, all of you? That’s a question, not a diagnose. 

And you have this strangest thing – veterans. How can 23 years olds be veteran of anything?? Just dryed milk behind the ears and already a veteran? Veteran of what? Digging nose or killing civillians and total strangers in the other end of the world? And you don’t get the basics. You go kill people in the other end of the world stating you resque them. Peace corps. Yeah, corpse for sure. So you go, you get paid as if it’s work and then you cry you have nightmares and substance problems and everyone in the world is guilty of you fumb fuck being fucked up killing kids in Iraq, Afganistan, Vietnam, Syria and now Palestine. And you still don’t get it. YOU ARE THE BAD GUY. YOU AND YOUR PRESIDENTS AND YOUR POLITICIANS ARE TERRORIST! Let that sink in. Don’t kill the messenger.

Apologise for this long silence. I will have now something to tell again. Nice things. Funny things. Sad things. All sorts of things. 

First snow came a week ago or so. Snowing nonstop. Somehow the temperatures play so that few days ago the first snow melted a bit but then immediately froze again. In the mean time it was all the time snowing too. So the magic happened. The traitor ice was hiding under fresh bright white snow. The most dangerous one. People walking had no clue and the next second they were legs up all over the streets. I truly hope the inborn survival bits saved them from concussion. Some years ago I fell just like that with all my shopping, destroyed everything but bread. It was terrible because I just spent my last money and had to survive for few weeks with this food. I vaguely remember. Horrible. Anyways, blizzard two days straight, visibility te metres, my favourite weather that is! Dressed in winter gear, boots, hats, mittens, all bells and whistles and went to seaside behind my home. My favourite thing is to be by sea when there is storm blasting. It rips off all the shite that you carry around, frees your mind, restart. I stare into darkness, all I hear is waves blasting the ice and snow and freezing water to the rocks. Almost caught me, them waves! Have you ever seen the sea or ocean being in the state of almost frozen but not? It’s exactly like the strange drinks they have in petrolstations, the vivid red and avatar blue syrup things with ice which is not quite drink. Slushy or something! I remembered the name. I guess. Anyway, that’s the freezing things they sell in petrolstations and I once decided to try it. I really thought it would help me with my hangover. Boy, I was wrong. Let me tell you. The brainfreeze! The brainfreeze was monumental! I forgot my name, my mothertongue, English, my friends names, everything was empty in my head, and I could only curse in Russian. I have no recollection of what came next. Today, when I see these transparent canisters with mixer rotating in, I have the brainfreeze allover again. Just watching it. And the weirdest thing is, kids seem to like this crap. Puzzle. Or, they don’t have brain to freeze 🙂

Death. My friend died. Did not pass away, but died. People who are non religious they don’t go to heaven, I was told. We don’t pass away to heaven. So he just died. Unexpectedly. He was just 56. No signs of anything. Just gave up on living. His body gave up. He didn’t. It’s strange that the person can be happiest camper ever, run around, arrange meetings, build yachting port, run some business and then one day kaput, finito, vsjo. Very confusing for everyone now but soon everything will be settled again. Pity, sadness, chaos, made me, and probably everyone else, think about end. Ending, finishing, preparing for exit. I would like to make a written plan for whoever will outlive me to follow to tee what to do in case I exit. I want to have a party for sure. Barbeque if in summer. Haha, sauna too. I think everyone should prepare this sort of list or instructions so the people remaining living don’t have to go through the guessing game. For instance, as I am healthy as astronaut I would sure like any useful bits to go to the university or hospital (well, here it’s one and the same place) where they do transplants. I hear max eight people can be saved by one healthy one. I tried to count, but not sure where the eight come from. Lungs 1 or 2? Dunno. Eyes, I hear, can be used too, so that’s either 1 or 2. Kidneys, 2. Spleen? Liver, 1. Heart, 1. Skin? Whole lotta skin! Probably pankreas, 1. And lately probably face too…. or is it counted as skin…. I don’t know really, but I sure don’t need those bits when I cranck :). And all that info should be put down in details, with proper access to that info and instructions to relatives or so what to do with the leftover. Put into ground or turn into ashes and put a tree to grow out of me…. or toss into the sea. 

Oh, just realised there has not been cultural announcements for quite some time. The most important is Till Lindemann, our real god on Earth is coming and will have a blast in town in small club. He is probably already here, trotting about in oldtown, drinking mulled wine and having Sauerkraut und Blutwurst in Xmas market. That’s what we do for our German god – whole nation has prepared his national food for him! The action will be on 2nd December, in a club that is few blocks from my home, will be blast! Welcome everyone! JD, as always, let me know when to pick you from airport 🙂

Steve Vai was here. Blast as always. Did not report on time, sorry. 

Aah, next February Maxim Galkin is coming – that’s hubby of Alla Pugatshova.

Bruce Dickinson is coming 🙂

Italian music festival in Alice Coopers favourite small town

Hauser with cello is coming….

Off to wonderland now

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